So, Leandra fucked up.
It's not malicious, though. She probably thought it was going to go something like this:
Leandra: Hey Candy, Dagger wants to know if you can help her.
Dagger: The world is going to end if you don't.
Candy: I don't care.
Dagger: Leandra will die if you don't help.
Candy: Fine, but get the fuck out of my house.
Unfortunately for her, those aren't the types of stories I write.